Crossed Unders in a Strip Club | By : Revharem Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Echotale – Frysk (Frisk)
Undertale – Frisk
Dancetale – Hip (Sans)
UnderLust – Teal (Grillby) and Sugar Plum (Sans)
UnderFell – Spikes (Gaster)
Slipping off her stool, Frysk tore her gaze from the dancing spider monster in front of her and looked around the now heavily packed club. All the booths were packed, some with very explicit going ons that were notorious here, some with groups of humans looking for a good time but too scared to leave the safety of numbers, some with monsters. The dancefloor was a mosh pit of humans and monsters of all kinds, some obviously not of this verse, but the majority definitely were. The scant amount of clothing was quite apparent and not everyone was just grinding out there on the floor. For once though, Frysk wasn’t looking for fun on the floor, she was looking for her double.
“Hey chica, you look lost.” Hip had slipped up beside her, his pullover tied around his waist and overlong white tee bright under the flashing lights.
“Hmmm, yeah. I came here with a friend and I wanted to check on her, but I don’t know where she got to. She doesn’t get out often.” Frysk strained on her toes to look around, hoping to see a mop of brown hair in a bowl cut somewhere without luck.
“You came with someone? That’s not your normal. Usually you’re leaving with someone.” He looked up, surprised.
“You trying to say something squirt?” she asked, glancing sidelong down at Hip with a half-grin.
“Now that’s just low. Comments on a monster’s height don’t raise you any higher ya know. So who’re you lookin’ for?” He easily redirected, looking away from her and out to the packed floor. He’d had to cut his dance time short when the crowd had gotten too thick. He didn’t want to end up kicking somebody cause they couldn’t keep their distance.
“Another human girl, she looks sort of like me, but a little shorter and with shorter straight hair. Sugar Plum tried to pick her up the second she got in. Maybe he knows where she got to.” She contemplated, looking around for the exotic skeleton. He had deserted his table and taken up dancing on the bar. If the green tips of Teal’s hair were anything to go by, he certainly didn’t mind the show coming closer. She sniggered and started making her way around the throng that took up the main area.
“Ey, kid, let me give you a hand there!” Hip tried to extend a hand, but was quickly cut off as another monster slipped between him and Frysk.
It was a very tall, very dangerous looking skeleton monster. Hip knew of one other skeleton monster that lived in his underground, his brother, but he didn’t recognize this one and they obviously didn’t come from UnderLust with how they were dressed. He pushed a few humans who tried to step across his path out of his way and followed Frysk with purpose, a man in the group that had been pushed aside looked like he was about to say something, but thought better of it after one glance. This guy was obviously trouble.
Hip looked around nervously. He saw a few other monsters were eyeing the large monster as well. He wasn’t the only one who had noticed the exceptionally high LOVE and EXP levels on him. Frysk had some, but this guy blew hers away easily. Noticing he had a bit of free space, he opened a small portal and sidestepped, popping in behind the bar next to Teal. “Hey, just a head’s up. Trouble at the two, I’m splitting out the back.” He reported, and slipped through another portal into the changing rooms then out the back door. He didn’t want anything to do with monsters with those levels and Teal knew that while he was a judge, he was as pacifist a monster as there ever was. “Sorry Frysk, good luck.” He whispered, then headed into the woods behind the bar, pulling on his sweatshirt and quickly disappearing.
Halfway to the bar, Frysk saw a flash of light behind the bar, then another. Shortly after, the crowd around her started parting and thinning considerably and she felt a strong presence at her back. She only knew a few monsters with levels this high. She quickly spun, cursing herself a fool for leaving her knife back in Frisk’s universe, and started to drop into a crouch so she’d be ready if something struck her. Her stance was knocked apart when a hand caught under her jaw, pulling her up out of her crouch and forward on her toes.
Firm, heated, living bone pressed against her lips, and surprised, she gasped. A forceful tongue slipped into her mouth and sharp fangs bit harshly into her lip, drawing blood, making her whine a little. Her vision cleared with the bite though, and upon recognizing her assailant, she pushed an arm around his waist, forcing him closer to her so there was no room between the two of them. He drew back from the kiss, not releasing her face though and keeping her up on her toes painfully by the pressure points under her jaw.
“You would try to attack me? What an amusing idea.” He growled in her ear, his long fangs just scraping the upper shell.
“Would you rather I cower in fear and cry for your mercy?” she gasped huskily against his skull. His other hand had gone around her back, the sharp tips of his fingers slipping under her shorts, the hole in his palm channeling a chill stream of air against her back.
He pulled back. “No, of course not. I abhor cowards and begging.” The hand under Frysk’s jaw fell away and the one around her back pulled away as well.
Tilting her head to the side, she grinned teasingly, “Oh, I know Spikes. I know. It’s nice to see you anyway. What business do you have in this universe though? Surely not pleasure?” her hand twined in his as she restarted her journey to the bar, much easier with her unofficial man by her side now.
“No, I’m here on business. I’m supposed to be meeting another version of myself here. The one who originally helped make the gates a possibility, actually.” Spikes informed her briskly, but not pulling away from her grip on his hand and following her to the bar.
“You’re here to see Gaster? I mentioned I was coming to him and he didn’t say anything about his coming. Are you sure he knows he’s meeting you here? He does get forgetful you know, living in that soft universe of his.” They finally arrived at the bar. “Hey Teal, Sugar Plum. Have either of you seen Frisk?” she asked looking between them.
Teal was the one who responded. “The only Frisk’s we know are you and the one who broke our barrier. She’s long gone. I don’t think anybody really knows where she ended up after she got out of here.” He looked over to Sugar Plum.
His brow was furrowed. “That girl who came in with you, that wouldn’t be another Frisk, would it?” asked Sugar Plum, sockets widening.
“Yeah, that’s the one. She’s from the Undertale universe. I wanted to check on her cause I haven’t seen her since I left her to watch Hip’s performance.” She shot a glance around the place once more, finally noticing Gaster sitting in a booth at the end of the bar with a human that easily resembled her target. “Oh, there she is, never mind!”
Sugar Plum’s gaze darkened. “She’s drunk and said she got her drink from you.” He told her, angry. Teal nodded, confirming his statement.
“Oooh, shit. She probably ended up with my drink. I thought somebody else had grabbed it. I didn’t even think that I may have accidentally given it to her.” Muttered Frysk as she realized what had to have happened.
Teal’s brows went up. “That was a very strong drink. If she doesn’t have much tolerance, she’ll likely end up poisoned from it, seeing as she finished the whole thing. You do realize that, right?”
Frysk’s eyes widened. “She’s never drank a drop in her life, how’d she managed to finish it all! I usually split it with someone myself. Excuse me, I need to go check on her.” Without waiting for a reply, she started pushing toward the booth, forgetting in the moment about Spikes, who quietly followed her, giving a menacing glare at anyone who looked sideways at the forceful girl ahead of him.
“Was it really that bad, Teal?” asked Sugar Plum worriedly.
“No, the girl with likely be hungover for the next few days though. Frysk needs a wakeup call though. She can’t be bringing strangers here without explaining the rules and then leaving them unattended. If we hadn’t been watching her, you know as well as I that she likely would have been raped to death within the first two hours of stepping in here. She does look a lot like our Frisk though, and that wouldn’t have helped matters. There are quite a few who would love to get their hands on a girl like that.” Teal shook his head angrily. He was getting frustrated himself just thinking about such things. He had been interested in their Frisk himself, but just as another toy. If the night kept going as it had been, he would likely end up having to take a break before long. Glancing to the side, he saw Sugar Plum was still staring at the two headed for the booth. “Try and get back to your table. The night’s only half over. Three more hours and I’ll start shutting down, okay?” Stuff like this always reminded them of life before the plague and drained them.
“Yeah, okay. I might be needing a break at some point though.” Sugar Plum sighed, getting ready to push himself off the counter.
“I’ll wave you down when I’m going for mine, okay?” Teal shot him a small smile with a hint of just what kind of break they could have if he wanted.
“Cool, see ya in a bit then.” Sugar winked, then pushed off the bar with a bit more hop in his step, already feeling better knowing he had Teal rooting for him.
Gaster looked up when he felt the two strong forces approaching, laying a protective hand on Frisk’s head, causing her to moan slightly. His eyes flicked to her momentarily concerned, then back to the crowd. He instantly recognized his alternate making their way towards his booth though, and started to relax minimally. The crowd finally parted, letting Frysk through, just ahead of Spikes.
“Oh my gawd! Is she okay? Tell me she’s not dead. I swear I didn’t mean for this G! Oh my gawd!” Frysk immediately started to break down when she saw that Frisk was unconscious on the table.
“She’s not dead, just really intoxicated. I’m very cross with you though. You said you’d take care of her. You, more than most people, should know just how valuable our humans are to our universes Frysk. She’ll be alright. Thankfully the barkeep kept an eye on her and pointed her over to me or she would have had a very bad time of it here.” He turned to Spikes. “I’m sorry, but I think that I’ll have to postpone this meeting. I want to get her home and safe as soon as possible. Please understand.” He carefully held the other’s gaze for a few seconds, before lowering his own. Spikes was just too intimidating.
Giving a heavy sigh, Spikes draped an arm over Frysk’s shoulders and waved Gaster off. “Yeah, whatever. Go take care of your pet. From what my younger brother says, they’re quite fragile.” He turned and dragged a quite willing, if hurt and confused Frysk with him.
Sighing gratefully, Gaster moved around the table and picked up Frisk. She was well and truly out and hung limply in his arms. He had only ever seen Sans get this plastered, and he didn’t do that too often. Looking around for an easy way out, he made eye contact with Teal, who waved him over. He carefully wove his way around people until he reached the bar. “I’m looking to get back to the portal with minimal trouble. I’m going to take her home for the night. Thank you for watching over her.”
“Hey, no problem, come back anytime. You can use the back door. Just head straight back this hallway and last door at the end. Once you’re outside, you’re on your own though.”
“That’s fine, thank you.” Gaster bowed his head quickly and went down the hall that Teal had gestured to. It was dim and the scent of sex was much stronger, but it was much quieter and easier to watch around him. Going through the door at the end of the hallway, he glanced around the room, and saw another door at the end of the room. He quickly made is way over to that, and out into the cool snowy air. It had started snowing again, just a light flurry, but still a bit brisk for the girl as she had no coat. Making his way around the back of the building and the one next to it, he came across a group of children all playing obscenely with each other. As soon as he saw them, they saw him and stopped, just staring. “Um, as you were.” He stammered, trying to look elsewhere while keeping an eye in case they tried to approach him.
One of them suddenly stood and stepped closer, a small monster, but all the same, Gaster stepped back. “That’s the girl I talked to earlier. Is she okay sir? Are you going to play with her like all the others play?” he asked, looking up at Gaster curiously.
Flushing violet, Gaster stumbled over his words, “No, that is, yes, er. She’s drunk and I’m taking her back to her home so that she can rest and get better. I don’t really play with others. I should be going. Do you know how to get to the skeleton brother’s house from here.” He was getting flustered trying to explain things to the child that he never would have even thought about talking about with children from his own universe.
“Oh, you’re looking for the brothel? It’s just over there.” The monster kid pointed across the courtyard beyond the edge of the building. “You look cute in purple.” They giggled.
“Right, thank you. I’ll be going now then. Bye bye.” He moved quickly around them and walked fast toward the house that vaguely resembled the one he was used to. The kid had called it a brothel. Definitely not where he would have put the portal had he known, but where was safe for monster transit in this world? Shaking his head, he walked down the side of the building and around back. The moans and screams of pleasure coming from the open windows, while intriguing, were also turning his stomach. To be so wanton, he could not fathom letting such sounds be heard from himself. Shaking his head, he stepped through the portal and into his own world, back to safety and familiarity. Gone was the scent of sex and back was crisp clear bright snow. This was home and he had a young girl to take care of, he thought as she moaned again and tried to shift in his arms.
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